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flawda kash - soldiers كلمات الأغنية

[code g]
poolin up, toolin up
100 soliders, tweaking, booted up
smoking diesel like a dooly truck
say we do too much b-tch, we don’t do enough
prynce came with the stick out, 40 came with the d-ck out
flawda kash on a n-gg- head
entourage full of golds and dreads

[prynce]
stay the f-ck out my fam with that cappin sh-t
yall better stick to this rappin sh-t
my big brother an them still on this trappin sh-t
my lil n-gg-s an them still on that savage sh-t
still in the hood on the ratchet sh-t
b-tch i’m off the g make me clappin sh-t
im in the hood with some soldiers
i f-ck with my 3 and my son outta know ya

[hook]
pull up, n-gg-, flawda
b-tch [?] i told ya
all my n-gg-s straight soliders
all my n-gg-s straight soliders
pull up, n-gg-, [?]
b-tch [?] i told ya
all my n-gg-s straight soliders
all my n-gg-s straight soliders
pull up, n-gg-, flawda
b-tch [?] i told ya
all my n-gg-s straight soliders
all my n-gg-s straight soliders
pull up, n-gg-, [?]
b-tch [?] i told ya
all my n-gg-s straight soliders
all my n-gg-s straight soliders

[flawda kash]
my way back in soda
cookin up they boulder
presedential rollie
i’m crippin, not no rollie
kicked the b-tch like a goalie
i f-cked the b-tch till i stole her
i’m flashing my soliders
flashing my soliders
all my n-gg-s blow doja
pull up, four door, open up
a hunnid rounds gone open up
ninth ward gone open up
my floor an everything gone open up
my jawns an everything gone open up
real n-gg- gone open up, open up, open up

[persona and juice]
all my n-gg-s straight slumming
all my n-gg-s at the money, ay
you can’t survive in these trenches
take that sh-t back to the country, yuh
we commandeer like the army
we not sending out a warning, juice
b-tch i’mma clout like solider
pooly gone knock up his shoulder
i’m in the kitchen, know that i whip it, know that i’m beating the bolo
i done took flight on my jeweler
now a young n-gg- done froze up
never ever have i froze up
[?]
i was in a jet flying around with the stick, ready to throw your -ss just like a 40, juice

[kyyngg]
all of my n-gg-s straight soliders
he talkin too much we explode em (brrrr)
yeah we pulled up in a rover, f-ck all that b-tch we got this sh-t over
[?], now she eats d-ck for dessert
i won’t f-ck her won’t flirt
[?]
[?]
i do this sh-t for new orleans
lil mama she want me to f-ck up a d-ck in her throat at the end of the party
[?]
[?]
don’t aim in that b-tch for your target
[?]

- flawda kash

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